A Half-Crazed, Half-Cocked Comeback

Beyond the half-empty bottle of rum... there's this diary. The glass-half-empty is negativity looking down on your work and it's not a productive way to start. After much thought, I'm writing more journal entries, inspired by Hunter S. Thompson.

I went to a writers' meeting Write Before Noon stressing the importance of writing blogs. Passively, I guess they're right or I wouldn't be writing right this second. Anyway, I do it.

Where am I at? I received a manuscript evaluation from Jonathan Ball recently. His suggestions were helpful. The Stoned Theory Of My Own Destruction is the new working title of my manuscript, which is a picaresque thriller.

pic·a·resque

ˌpikəˈresk/

adjective

relating to an episodic style of fiction dealing with the adventures of a rough and dishonest but appealing hero.

"a rowdy, picaresque 'guys being guys' movie"

Where am I going? Straight to hell. Really not sure, but nervous about going to two conferences in July and they're rapidly approaching on the calendar. I'll have more to write about the events in the weeks ahead. However, much of my time these days is spent with the baby.